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Shane was sitting in a meadow. His face turned to the sun, eyes closed, while warm wind ran through his black hair. He breathed in and out. He was all alone but it was oh so peaceful.
A kick to his ribs woke him up. “Get up, bitch!”.
Sleep forgotten, Shane immediately scrambled to his feet, not wanting to get punished for being too slow. It took a long time, but by now, it was hardwired into him to listen to commands.
For a moment, he closed his eyes, trying to keep the peaceful dream alive even for just a second longer.
During the first year he had been here, he still dreamt about his past life. His parents, his best friend, school and ice hockey. So much ice hockey, it was supposed to be his life.
Instead, he was here now. Reduced to nothing more but his biology. Slowly, the dreams had vanished and with them his hopes of ever returning to his old life. By now, his only wish was to be let alone and in peace, if only for a single day. But at the same time, he knew that a day alone meant that beforehand something truly awful had to happen to his body.
He shuddered at the memory of what he had to endure the last time he was allowed a day to himself.
“Pathetic omega, nothing has happened, and you’re already shaking. Be good today and maybe your master will give you a present for your room. Looks like you could use a new blanket”.
The man who woke him – Cutler, or Mr Cutler, as Shane was supposed to call him – was right. Shane really needed a new blanket; his was very old and thin. It was the first item he had gotten. That was on the day he had finally given in and was nothing but compliant all day.
Currently, his few possessions consisted of the old blanket, a worn-out mattress, a thin towel, a lamp and eight books. One book for each heat he went through since he was here. Shane had no memories of his heats. Apparently, his brain decided for him that it would be better for him not to remember anything that happened when his second gender took complete control of him. Shane was immensely grateful for that. The few insinuations his master had made about what Shane was like during his heats always made him want to throw up.
Suddenly, he was yanked forward. Cutler had linked a leash through his collar and started walking out of his room, not caring if he was choking Shane.
Theoretically, the leash wasn’t necessary. Shane knew exactly where they were going. His mornings always followed the same routine. The only changing variable was whether he was allowed to walk or if he had to crawl after Cutler. Since there had been no command to kneel, Shane hurried to keep up on foot instead of knees. Shane’s room was in the cellar, so Cutler had to lead him through the whole house to get him up to his master’s bedroom on the second floor.
On the first floor, they always made a detour and walked through the main entrance hall, the dining room and the kitchen before going upstairs. When Shane was first brought here, they did it to humiliate him and parade him around the staff who worked for his master. It was one of the many ways to show Shane that he was nothing more than a plaything for his master.
In his old life, Shane had always struggled with nudity. Even after hockey games, he used to hurry when showering, so he wouldn’t have to spend too much time in the communal showers. But now? After close to five years of living in complete nudity except for his collar, which marked him as property of his master, he sometimes wondered if the feeling of clothes would feel wrong on his skin. It scared him when his thoughts went that way. When he realised how much he had changed. How hopeless he is. How he simply didn’t care anymore.
It didn’t matter anyway. All the staff had seen him naked; in fact, they had never seen him anything but naked.
So at this point, they only made the detour because it was part of their routine. Or maybe they wanted to make sure that he would never forget his place. As if he ever could, considering what happens once they reach his master’s bedroom.
Cutler led him through the big red door that marked his master’s bedroom and gave a final yank that made Shane stumble towards the enormous four-poster bed.
“You know what to do”, was all Cutler said before he fastened the leash on the headboard with a lock and left the room.
It wasn’t actually necessary to tie him up anymore. His last attempt to escape had been well over two years now. But his master liked it that way.
Shane crawled on top of the bed and took a deep breath. With his fingers, he felt along the rim of his ass and carefully took the plug out, which almost already felt like a part of his body. It was always inside of him, only replaced by his master’s dick or his toys. And at special occasions, by his master’s friends’ cocks.
What Shane had to do next, he hated more than when the actual penetration happened; he had to prepare himself. He could easily slip two fingers inside himself. His hole was already lightly loosened by the plug and his master’s cum from last night was a good enough substitute for lube. He hated them so much for forcing him to prepare himself to get raped. But he learned the hard way what happened when he didn’t do it.
Once he deemed himself ready, he got into the position his master had trained him to stay in: head on the bed, ass up and legs spread.
Then he was expected to wait for him. Like the fucking plaything he was. Sometimes he had to wait well over fifteen minutes until his master decided to show up.
Shane hated the waiting, hated to stay in position, hated waiting to get raped.
But he stood still, did not move a single muscle and just waited, like they had trained him to.
Today, his master appeared rather quickly. The red door opened, and in stepped his master, Roger Crowell.
His master was nearing his sixties and looking the part. During the five years Shane had stayed with him, his hair had become thinner, his belly had grown larger and lots of wrinkles had appeared in his face.
Although he was a big man, in theory, Shane would have been able to overpower him.
When Shane was first bought by his master, he made sure that Shane lost most of his strength, didn’t give him a lot to eat and made sure that Shane was always restrained. But when he realised that Shane was truly broken and didn’t have the willpower to fight anymore, he forced him to build up some of his physique again. Although Shane was nowhere near the strength he had when he was training to become a professional ice hockey player, it would have been enough to fight off the man who was nearing him now, who was looking at him with such lustful eyes and a predatory smile.
But he just couldn’t. He was done. He had accepted his fate.
And he knew that his master loved knowing that Shane could physically overpower him, but that actually, he had all the power and Shane couldn’t do a single thing against it. Shane was nothing more than a living, breathing sex toy. Something to abuse and play with. And that is what got his master really going.
He knelt behind Shane now, slowly petting his back down to his hair.
“Such a good, pretty omega for me, aren’t you?”.
He used his other hand to insert two of his thick fingers inside of Shane.
“You prepared yourself so well for me. I know you can’t wait for your alpha’s cock. Such a good doll”.
He took his fingers out and instead aligned his dick with Shane’s hole. Shane could feel a tear slowly running down his cheek.
“Sh, sh, no need to cry, little omega. I’m gonna give you what you need. It’s gonna feel so good”.
In a mocking gesture of care, his master wiped away the tears that started flowing in a steady stream now, before setting his hands on Shane’s hips. Instead of ramming his dick inside of Shane, he brought Shane’s hips back and started moving Shane back and forth, as if Shane was fucking himself on his master’s cock instead of brutally getting raped. In a way, Shane hated it more when his master was pretending to care about him, when he used these gentle words that the Shane from before always wished to hear one day from someone he loved and who loved him back.
And then the actual worst thing happened; his master’s cock hit his prostate.
It was worse than preparing himself, it was worse than the waiting.
After almost five years, his master knew Shane’s body probably better than he did himself. He knew exactly what to do to make Shane feel pleasure.
And Shane hated himself so much for it.
Nothing was worse than how his body betrayed his soul.
He could feel his own dick stir and so could his master. “You love it, don’t you? Such a desperate little slut. Come on, show your alpha what a good, pretty omega you are. Come for me”.
And Shane did. He cried while doing it but there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Spurred on by Shane’s ass clenching around him and his crying, it didn’t take his master long to form his knot and release as well.
“Always such an obedient little omega for me. You’re gonna keep my knot warm in your tight pussy till I’m ready to leave, right omega?”.
Shane didn’t react, but his master didn’t expect him to.
Usually, Shane tried to blend his master’s words out during and after the rape. Concentrating on the pattern of the duvet, the dust particles, the first sunrays lighting the room in such a pretty way that doesn’t fit the gruesome atrocities that are happening at the same time.
Just letting his mind wander away from the awful things that are happening to his body.
But today, he wasn’t able to ignore his master’s voice. He wished he could, because the next words that left his master’s mouth scared him more than anything else had in a long time.
“We are going to have some visitors today, two young Russians. Their fathers are playing important parts in the Russian government. You probably haven’t been able to keep up with politics, since all you omegas are good for is fucking and your little brains aren’t able to process such information, but Russia and the US share very similar opinions about how to handle you omegan bitches. So our government and their government are trying to build an alliance, since not all countries understand that you have no other use than being fucked. But I guess, you do know that, little Canadian prince?” Shane flinched involuntarily, like he always did when his master used that specific pet name. He knew how much it still hurt Shane to be reminded of the life he was supposed to have. But this time, his master just continued. “So I need you to be on your best behaviour today. You do what I say, when I say it. And if the Russians want to fuck you from both ends or together in the same hole or the fuck I know what they will be up to, you will smile and nod and present yourself, as I taught you. I have heard one of them prides himself on how many omegan holes he has ruined with his knot. Rumours have it that he killed more than one omega during his ruts. And you have been a good fuck but maybe it is time for me to move on to a new hole. So when I say let them fuck you, you are not gonna say anything and just present yourself. But then again, we both know you are not able to say anything anyway. Right, Omega?”.
And that was the truth. Shane hadn’t spoken a word since the day he had received the blanket.
It wasn’t because his master or Cutler had commanded him to. He just stopped talking the day he gave in and accepted his fate.
He could faintly remember the same happening when he was a young child, when all his emotions became too much for him to handle.
At first, his master was furious that he didn’t reply to anything he said. He received lots of punishments because of it. But it didn’t matter how creative his master got with his punishments, apart from cries, screams and whimpers, nothing left his mouth. At some point, his master seemed to accept that he wouldn’t speak anymore with the words, that after all omegas were supposed to obey and that did not require speaking. And after one of his master’s insinuations about his heat, Shane had the suspicion that his muteness didn’t apply when his second gender took control of him. But like everything that had to do with his heats, he refused to think about it.
So while he was lying in his own drying cum, waiting for his master’s knot to shrink, he let the words sink in that his master just told him.
His master didn’t care if he got ruined or even died. He would just buy a new Omega to turn into his plaything. What scared Shane was not that he might die, it was how fine he was with dying.
And didn’t that make perfect sense? Because there was nothing worth living for anyway. He has long lost hope to ever see his parents again or being able to return to his home country and old life. In fact, he thought that his parents would probably prefer him to be dead rather than being in this constant agony.
Then and there, with his master’s knot still in his ass, he decided that he would not stay still and present himself for the Russians but would kill his master, the Russians but most importantly himself.
And maybe then he could finally stay in the meadow forever.